Sexaholics (11 page)

Valencia told her, “Cool. See you tomorrow.” She darted out of
the back door and hopped into her truck. She pressed Miki’s name and
waited, then had a horny conversation with Miki’s voice mail in her best
feline tone.

Ay,
Mami
. I’m calling to see if I can come over tonight
and slide underneath your covers and suck on your clit a little bit, ummmmh.
Lickie-lickie, suckie-suckie. Hssssssh, ummmmh, I can taste you now. I’ve
been feenin for you. I just wanna bury my face between those juicy thighs and
just lick your fat, wet, kitty kitty. Ummmmh, it tastes so good. I wanna wrap my
tongue around that clit and just pull on it softly until you moan
uncontrollably, ummmmh, and suck your sweet juice right outta you, every bit of
it. Uummmh. And then I’ll stick my finger inside until you come on my
finger like it’s a dick—and nut on my face at the same time. Then
I’ll start all over, turn you over, and suck the front of that pussy from
the back a ya. Yes. Call me.

Valencia hung up with an impatient clit erection in her damp panties, and
dialed again. And again. And again. And again. Finally she heard,
“Hello.”

“Hey.”

Miki said, talking fast, “What’s up? You called like four
times?”

“Yeah. Whatchu doing?” Valencia said, still sounding lustful as
she pulled onto Sepulveda Boulevard.

“I’m getting dressed. I’m at the gym in my complex, about
to leave. My phone was in my locker. Why?”

“Oh, I just left you a message.”

“Okay. Yeah, I see it says I have a message.”

“Can I come by?”

“When?”

“Now.”

“You sound rushed, Val. What’s up with you?”

“Nothin. I just wanna see you.”

Miki sounded winded. “Excuse me, girl. I’m trying to put these
tight-ass jeans on all these hips. Anyway, Anthony picked up T.J. earlier, and
I’m about to stop by Dwayne’s house. You wanna come with
me?”

“Dwayne from our group, Dwayne?”

“Yeah. I have a strong feeling he’d be cool with that.”

Valencia seemed surprised. “You’re doing him again? He sure as
hell must know his way around a chocha,” she joked but didn’t
laugh.

“Ha ha. He does. But not like you, of course,” Miki joked back.
“Come on. Where are you?”

“I’m just leaving work.”

“Come on over here, then. You’re not far.”

“No. I need to get back home by midnight. Greg’s coming
by.”

“Oh, this won’t take long, believe me. Plus, I’m not
staying over.”

Valencia heaved a sigh but said, “I’ll be right there.”

She hung up and aimed her ride toward Miki’s side of town. Her panties
were unusually wet from the message she’d left, and she was actually ripe
for the prospect of a threesome with Miki and Dwayne, who she knew was the
epitome of tall and handsome—and Miki did say he was tall all over. After
all, Gregory didn’t seem to have the energy to fuck her all night like he
used to. When they did get down, he’d cum in five minutes flat, always
without tending to her needs.

Suddenly, she received a call from a number she knew, though she hadn’t
programmed it into her contact list yet.

She greeted the caller. “Hey.”

“Hey, fox. How’s it going?”

She smiled. “Fine.”

“What’s going on with you, Ms. Tease a Brotha Forever?”

“Oh, I’m not teasing at all, Tariq.”

“I can’t tell. So where’re you and your girl going
tonight?”

“What? How’d you know that?”

“She just sent me a text that said you two were gonna hang out. Where?
Must be Purple, right?”

Valencia sounded cautious. “Oh yeah. Well, I think so. I didn’t,
umh, know we were going there. We might go some other place. Maybe a
friend’s house or somethin.”

“Who?”

“Her friend. I mean my friend. Just someone we met in the
group.”

“Oh. Why are you guys going so late?”

She waited at the red light and thought, then spoke slowly. “Not sure.
Maybe you need to ask your woman that, Tariq?”

“No. She’s good. You two have fun.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m out. Just cruising,” he said.

“Cruising. Cruising what?”

“Just driving. Needed to get out of the house. Thought you might wanna
make good on your promises. Besides, those high school recruits drove me crazy
today. You can’t tell em a damn thing. They know it all. I’ll just
head over somewhere for a drink. Nowhere in particular.”

“Okay,” she said, proceeding toward Inglewood.

“One day you’ll tell me when you’re going to stop being so
stingy and end this curiosity thing. It’s sexy but damn, you’re
cutting it close, don’t you think?”

“Me cutting it close?” she asked.

“I mean, close to the cuff of your girl. Guess it’s the thrill of
getting caught, huh? That risk factor.”

“Maybe. But don’t put it on me like that. I mean,
you’re
the one who called
me
tonight, smarty.”

“True, oh feisty one. I can’t help but be attracted to what I
see. Just don’t think anyone can get hurt if they don’t
know.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“So let’s keep it that way,” he said, as though it was a
requirement.

“I will if you will,
mijo.
”

“I will. You two have fun. And maybe from this point on we should block
our numbers.”

“Okay. But it’s kind of hard to do that when you text me,
don’t you think?”

“I won’t, then.”

“Good.”

He said, “But I guarantee you by this time next week, I’m gonna
know what that sexy pussy’s like. One way or another. I’m out.
Yo.” He hung up before she did.

She was even closer to Miki’s place and began thinking. She made a
U-turn toward her house so she could change, and called her friend again.
“
Mira
, Miki, I’d better not go over there with you
tonight.”

“What? But I already told him you’re coming.”

“I know. I’m sorry. You two go ahead and have at it. It’s
just that I’ve got a lot on my mind. I just need to get stuff lined up for
Greg’s and my wedding. Plus, he’ll probably show up early tonight.
He usually does.”

Miki’s voice downshifted. “Aww. Okay. No problem. But,
don’t think you’re fooling me. I know your bad ass is headed to
Platinum or Purple, or some place that involves a pole so you can get your freak
on.”

“Maybe. And maybe I wouldn’t be if I could just get some alone
time with someone tonight.” She cleared her throat.

“I wonder who. And I got your phone-sex-operator message. That shit was
hot. I wish I’d known ahead of time. Even more reason for you to come with
me, but for tonight you do your thang. I understand. And have fun.”

“You too. By the way, tell little T.J. when he comes back home that I
said hello. I love you.”

“Bye, Val,” Miki said, hanging up fast.

With a blue, low-cut, belted-waist top, pencil-leg black jeans, and Oxford
ankle boots, Valencia walked around the familiar strip club to the song by Plies
featuring Jamie Foxx called “Please Excuse My Hands,” with a nearly
empty bottle of Killian’s Red in hand, eyeing all the cotton-candy girls
that strutted before her. She passed by an occupied table for two when a man who
was sitting down slapped her on the butt. She stopped.

“That’s gonna cost you, now,
papi
,” she kidded,
trying to look offended.

“I got money,” a blue-black muscular man said. He looked
certain.

“Well save it for the
muchachas
who work here. I’m here
for the same reason you are.”

His yellow woman who looked like she had ten years on him, spoke like a
female rapper: “Girl, if looks were a minute this would be a long-ass day.
You should be right up there working that.” Obvious admiration dripped
from her eyes. Her vision was stuck on Valencia’s cleavage.

Valencia told her, “Well, aren’t you flattering.” Her eyes
were playful.

The man replied, “Deservedly so. My girl is a smart lady. She knows
what I like.”

“And what does she like?”

He said, “She likes you. She pointed you out when you first walked
in.”

“Really? Is that true?” Valencia asked the fiftyish-looking,
light-skinned woman with a short, curly Afro.

“That’s true. Are you Spanish?”

“Puerto Rican.”

He joined in, “Sexy-ass Puerto Rican,
mami.
”

“Gracias.”
She asked the lady, “So, is this your
man or your escort for the evening?”

“He’s my husband.”

“Uh-huh.” Valencia glared at him, examining his face, giving a
sweet look. “He is fine, I’ll say that. Even though his busy hands
need to be cuffed, if you ask me. He ain’t Jamie Foxx.” She offered
a sexy giggle.

He spoke right up and placed his hands up in surrender. “True. True.
But if Jamie Foxx was right here, he wouldn’t be apologizing.” He
grinned with a devilish look. “So, why don’t you see to that?
We’ve got another one of my girls at home. We live the life of a
threesome.”

“You have two women?”

His lady said, “He does. But I like to say I’m the lucky one. I
have a husband and a wife.”

“Wow, I think I could do that shit. That would be the life.”

“You wanna meet her?” he asked, looking hopeful. “My girl
at home, that is.”

Valencia nodded. “That I do.”

“Let’s go,
mami
,” he said as he stood.

Both the yellow lady and Valencia said together, “I’m
ready.”

Less than an hour later, the blue-black man held up a specially prepared
blunt. They were all together in a cluttered one-bedroom apartment in Hawthorne.
The room was dark, the furniture was dark, and the mood was dark, but it was a
horny kind of lustful, freaky dark. A high-energy dark.

“You wanna hit this?” he asked Valencia. He lit it up with a blue
lighter. The leafy, strong smell was enough to give off a mighty contact
high.

Valencia’s reply was, “Puff, puff, pass. Wouldn’t wanna
mess up the rotation.”

“Here,” he said, passing the funny cigarette to Valencia, who
took a long, slow drag with her right hand, and then she passed it back to
him.

Valencia allowed the smoke to do its seduction thing in her head. She inhaled
while laying back upon a huge brown sectional in the threesome’s living
room, with the man’s black dick in her left hand. She was getting eaten
out through the slit of her panties by the gifted girlie lips of the yellow
woman, as a red woman stepped up with a big butt and a smile. Valencia’s
eyes devoured her from head to toe. “Damn. Aren’t you a whole lotta
woman?”

“More to love,
mami.
”

Valencia wore only her frilly, lime-green crotchless panties. She said,
“Bring that right on over here. I’ve got just the place for you to
sit. Put that pussy right under my nose.”

The red woman approached, taking sensual steps, and crawled onto the sofa at
just the right position to sit upon Valencia’s face. “Like
this?” she asked, looking down to get her angle right.

“Uh huh. That’s it.” Valencia inhaled her hairy sugar
cookie. Her spine shivered at the lovely scent. “Pussy heaven. I always
say, girls just wanna have fun and eat as much pussy as humanly
possible.”

Valencia still had one hand on the man’s dick while getting her pussy
eaten while eating pussy herself. Her thoughts concentrated on the yellow woman
who was sticking her lengthy tongue deep into her vagina. Then Valencia focused
upon the size and shape and color of the man’s hard, dark penis.
“Your man has a pretty dick.”

The red woman said, “Yes, he does. His pretty dick and your pretty
pussy. I think the two should meet.”

“Bring it on down, Mister.”

The red woman rose up from Valencia’s face. The yellow woman backed
away from her sloppy, wet pussy. Valencia’s juices dripped like egg
whites.

Valencia ripped off her panties and got up on her knees. The man got up right
behind her. He snatched her arms and pulled them back toward him with a jerk,
grabbing onto her wrists so he could hold on.

Valencia squinted her eyes and smiled. Her buzz was on.

He told the yellow lady, “Put my dick in her. Now.”

As he scooted his hips into fuck position right up to Valencia’s
opening, the yellow woman took a two-handed hold of all of him, wrapping her
palms around his penis, shoving it inside. Valencia’s juicy insides
gripped him like a glove.

“Yeah,” he yelled. “Can the church keep it funky one time,
or what? My God.” He growled like a caged lion.

Valencia told the red woman, “Slap this ass as fucking hard as you
can.”

She popped Valencia’s cheek like she was bitch-slapping her face.

Valencia told the yellow woman, “And you, eat her pussy while I eat
yours. Get over here so I can go down like you went down on me. I’m gonna
devour your pussy like Dracula.” She looked back at Mr. Big Stuff and told
him firmly, using seductive eyes to point at his face, “And you.
Don’t you cum till all three of us cum. This is ladies’ night here.
You got that?”

He replied like a good soldier, “Ladies first. I hear you.”

“I hear you, too,” said the yellow woman, who slid her vagina
under Valencia’s face as the red woman sat upon her face. The red woman
had a large tattoo on her stomach of a black and pink tiger. And the tiger had a
woman’s vagina.

Valencia grinned nastily and shouted before she did her hands-free pussy
eating, “You got anybody else in the house that might wanna
fuck?”

“Just the three of us,” the man said, giving her a man-sized
dick-running thrust.

“Uhgh, ugh, shit. Cause I can handle all that.” Valencia licked
her lips, flicked the up-close clit, and took it into her mouth with suction,
then went to work tearing up the fresh, older pussy from top to bottom, trying
her best to not be too distracted by the deep dick fuck their man was serving
her but good.

Eleven o’clock turned into midnight turned into one, and then into two.
Before long, it was four in the morning, and Valencia pried open her eyes. She
was in a strange, dark room, in a strange home, on a strange playpen sofa, with
three strangers spooned up against her. One in front of her, one behind her, and
another with her head on Valencia’s thigh.